💔 "I married him to save a child... but I was already in love with his brother." A forbidden love. A forced marriage. A heartbreak she never asked for. In 1950s India, Meenal Sharma's world shatters when her beloved sister dies in childbirth, leaving behind a newborn and a grieving husband. To protect the child's future, Meenal is forced into an unwanted marriage-with her own brother-in-law, the cold and emotionally distant Rajveer Singh. But no one knows her truth. Meenal was never meant to marry Rajveer. Her heart belonged to someone else-Aditya, Rajveer's estranged stepbrother. Their love was secret, stolen in glances and whispered letters. Their future was being planned-until fate tore it apart. Now trapped in a loveless marriage and bound by duty, Meenal must silence her heart and raise a child that is not her own. But as old feelings resurface and buried truths unravel, love finds its way into the most unexpected corners-even between those who were never meant to fall. When betrayal, tragedy, and an impossible pregnancy twist their fates once more, Meenal must make a choice: ✨ Follow the man she once loved... ✨ Or fight for the husband who was never supposed to love her back. A slow-burn, emotional rollercoaster about duty, forbidden love, and the courage it takes to choose your own ending.

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •

"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍." - 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒗𝒚𝒂 "𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕." - 𝑽𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. Lovers to enemies ᯓ★ He vanished for five years, leaving her with a marriage no one knows about and a silence that still chokes her. Now Vedarth Malhotra is back colder, unreadable, watching her like a shadow reborn. What does he want from Shrvya Sehgal now... forgiveness, revenge, or her entire life?

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

*Read RUYA for better understanding* VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK1 They said time heals everything. But for Zarar Jatoi, time only taught him how to live without feeling. He was a man carved out of grief - all suit, silence, and shadows. The kind of man who once loved so deeply that when death took her, it took him too. Not his heartbeat, not his breath - but everything else that made him human. He stopped smiling. Stopped hoping. He moved through life like a ghost in a tailored suit, untouched by the world, unbothered by light. And then - she came. Noor. A girl in purple, with sunlight in her laugh and a recklessness that made the walls around him flicker. She wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to see him - really see him. But she did. And slowly, painfully, relentlessly - she began pulling him back from the edge. Not with grand gestures, not with loud declarations, but with her presence. Her chaos. Her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the war between grief and healing. Between darkness and the girl who dared to walk into it barefoot, uninvited, and full of color. It's the story of Zarar Jatoi - and the girl named Noor, who became his Rahat when he believed he no longer deserved one.

Dahr: Universe 𝘿𝘼𝙃𝙍 𝘈𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘩𝘳𝘢 ~𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 - ولك ألف مرة

People says you are rich when your parents are with you, you are wealthy when your parents support you in life but what happened to those who are abandoned by their parents? Durga was only a day old when her grandmother denied to accept her because she was a girl, only a week old when she was abandoned by her father because she was born with dark skin, a month old when her mother left her with her nani (maternal grandmother) with a promise she will come every month to visit her. But after a year when her brother was born her mother forgot she ever had a daughter. 16 years passed with sorrow and desire to buy a new dress like any other normal girl, but she knew with the condition of her grandparents it was even hard to arrange two time's meal... Fortunately she used to get free meals at school. It was another reason for her to attend school nor with book or any other necessary items for class she usually used to stand outside of the classroom as punishment for not taking books with her. but it was not her fault. AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY : People says what else do you need when you are born in Thakur's family, you are already born with golden spoon. Well, it's not a lie, Thakur do have everything people dream about but is that true? AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY, sarpanch of 10 villages, powerful, and respected among the villagers. He is tall, board, not breathtaking handsome as heros described in novels but he is very imtidating. He has pursued law from a very prestigious university of that time. He is legally a lawyer but doesn't practice in court, he prefers to focus on his responsibilities more, towards the villagers. He is currently 27 years old and still unmarried. Everyone in the village want to marry off their daughter with him but for him only a girl who is equally educated and mature as him can be his life partner, can take care of his mother's legacy. What will happen when this two completely different person's world will collide together? ____

It was a war for her. With her people and the demons that were plaguing her mind slowly and gradually chipping her away. He wasn't her prince charming or the knight in the shining armour. But he stumbled upon her, saw her. Saved her from herself and made her his. She wanted peace, he lived for thrill in his life. She wanted calming nights, but he brought delightful chaos with him. And she loved and lived it with him in them. But will she win the battle that awaits her with bloodshed? Or will he look her for the monster she has been called all her life?